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Jessica Wrigley Poem
In high school everything changes
Teachers, friends, you,
“That’s just life” they say,
And they never stop to ask
“Well, how do you feel?”
And your friends leave, and your grades decrease,
And your teachers begin to worry,
And they make you see a shrink,
But they never stop to ask,
“Well, how do you feel?”
The sky starts to crumble,
And the tears begin to fall,
And music and hoodies become your best friends,
And they never stop to ask,
“Well, how do you feel?”
And the tools come out.
And the objects fall apart,
And you reach for the closest one,
And the ask, finally,
“Well, how do you feel?”
But by now it’s too late.
Your time is up, your blood’s run out,
Your scars show for the world to see,
Cause they asked too late,
“Well, how do you feel?”
“She was so young” they all say,
But really you were old.
You’d seen so much and hurt so much,
It was time for you to go.
So you picked up the pills and washed them down
And grabbed the blades and cut
And when they finally noticed you weren’t around
It was too late you were gone.
They found your letter on the bed
And read it out at school
“You asked to late, but I don’t blame you.”
And your friends were moved to tears.
In your tree house in the yard
They found you pale as snow
Your eyes closed, a smile on your face
And they realized you were gone.
They roll up your sleeves and roll up your pants
And scream at what they see
Lines, and lines, and lines of cuts
Some healed and some not.
And they realized they should have asked in the beginning
How you felt that is, cause,
Honestly you didn’t,
You didn’t feel anything at all.
Copyright © Jessica Wrigley | Year Posted 2013
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Jessica Wrigley Poem
She sat on the side of the room to the left,
Her earphones in, and her hoody on,
And her eyes stare forward, and fail to blink
And her hands are clasped together.
And she stays like this until the end.
She walks around at her steady pace,
But her heart beats at 100km per hour.
She gives polite smiles,
And discrete middle fingers,
And she stays like this until the end.
She goes to her bedroom and closes the door,
Quietly locking it behind her.
She sits on the floor and opens the box,
And then begins to cut.
And she stays like this until the end.
She cleans herself up, and wipes away her tears,
And hopes no one will ever know.
And she looks in the mirror,
And doesn’t recognize the girl,
And she stays like this until the end.
With her hoody, her makeup, her sunglasses,
And her earphones in, she has to face the world,
And she sits in school, her head held low,
Alone, and hopes, and thinks.
And she stays like this until the end.
And the time comes for her to leave,
And she can barely move,
She can’t, she can’t be alone.
Cause she knows she won’t come back.
And she stays like this until the end.
She goes to the bathroom and opens the cupboard,
Reaching for the pills.
She grabs a glass, and climbs in the bath
And downs all the pills.
And she stayed like this till the end.
She grabbed her blades, and cut her arms,
Her stomach, her thighs, her hips, her wrists,
She cried until she could cry no more,
And waited it to end.
And she stayed like this till the end.
She took her last breath, and thanked the lord,
And said “I’ll be home soon mummy”
And she closed her eyes, and fell asleep
Never to wake again.
And that was the way she stayed, the end.
Copyright © Jessica Wrigley | Year Posted 2013
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